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A short story spinoff to my dark fantasy series, “Michael’s Wing”

Photo by Joseph Vary on Unsplash
SETTING: BEACH – NIGHTFALL
A wingless angel, with blue short hair, sits at the edge of the beach’s wave, her feet barely away from the back-and-forth tide. Her eyes match her mystical blue hair, as she looks off into the distance of the massive moon in the sky.
Beside her, is another short haired angel, though unlike her, his hair doesn’t touch his shoulders. His hair resembles that of a low hair cut almost, being black in eyes and hair.
Both angels are without wings. Both angels have names, with the mid-twenties looking angel woman, being addressed as Crystal, and the late twenties male, being known as Autumn.
Autumn stares into the distance with his lover.
CRYSTAL: I remember when I was first banished, I didn’t believe I would ever see you or the beach’s nightfall at the same time, ever again.
AUTUMN: I told you I was going to see you again. I wasn’t going to let Michael or any other angel in heaven, keep us separated.
CRYSTAL: I appreciate it; I really do, Autumn, but the catastrophe that will be brought to your world if you are discovered crossing the boundaries of heaven –
AUTUMN: What catastrophe? (Turns her way and faces her) Crystal, my world was already catastrophic when you were taken from me.
CRYSTAL: I understand, Autumn, but you shouldn’t keep sneaking out to see me.
AUTUMN: Why not? You’re the love of my eternity. Don’t you love me as well?
CRYSTAL: (Turns in his direction with sympathetic eyes) Of course I love you. I’ve always loved you, even before you ever loved me. (Places her hands on top of his against the sand) But that’s why I’m overly concerned about all of this. Sigh. Autumn, I’ve accepted my fate. I went with my heart twice and I’m okay with any outcome that has occurred because of it. But I wouldn’t be okay with anything happening to you, because of my choices.
AUTUMN: (Eyes and tone of sadness) So…what exactly are you saying?
CRYSTAL: This has to be our last time together, Autumn.
MALE VOICE: It will be.
A man fades into existence not too far from them. He takes a few steps into the direction of the angels.
Both angels recognize him, immediately getting up as the left hand of the all-powerful archangel, Michael, is present before them. His name is Albedo.
ALBEDO: You make no sense to me, Autumn. There are so many other angels above. Why risk Paradise for a fallen one?
Autumn takes his place in front of Crystal, as if he is shielding her.
AUTUMN: There’s no point in me answering you, Albedo. You’re just another one of Michael’s pawns. You’re not going to hear anything I’m saying. So if you’re going to do away with me, then do it already. (Looks back at his lover with saddened eyes) I’ll still have her, no matter where you send me.
ALBEDO: Nothingness will have you both. Death is the least of your worries.
A massive light emits from Albedo, and Autumn rushes to cover Crystal with his own body. The entire beach is engulfed in this light, only for none of the angels to be seen once the light ceases.
Author Notes: I’ve been “slacking” on my fiction, in the eyes of many (probably). But I really haven’t. The sequel to my book, Michael’s Wing, is definitely still in the works, and I’ve been hard at work on it. The book had to be toned down, and I’ve rewritten certain parts of it several times now, along with scrapping sixty percent of the book.
This short story will be one among many that I will be sending out, even after the release of my next dark fantasy book. These stories will be loose standalones, co-existing in the same universe of my Michael’s Wing series, resembling side stories that may or may not play a role in future books.
My short stories will come together in a compilation book and will be available on all platforms. The goal is to put so much into this series, whether that be spinoffs and multiple novels.

Relativity
It counts
Everything you do to me
Lists itself on my board
***
I don’t know what you’re saying
When he’s on top of you
Those are your moments
I request you in mine
***
Doesn’t it break you
The way it does me
Having to feel on yourself
Without anything sounding off
***
In your background
~ Sakari
Late & Withholding
As beautiful as she gets
I drag my own self to change these ways
The way I see it
I’m more understanding this way
Her sex can’t be delayed
My mind consists of her thrust
***
You’ve got it, you’ve got me
Strung out on my bed
With the same sheets I made
The last time you were thought of
I feel her in real life
Sex, sick, and tired
***
I drip on my own restrictions
She has me on a decline
~ Sakari
Bury Yourself In My Bed
She’s here for me
But not in the way that I need her
I hear her words
Could she feel my hands
***
Those memories
Are just memories
They’ll still be there
All that you have behind
Your love still counts
You’re not going anywhere
You should spill yourself
All over my night
***
Her time has investments
She calls them her family
I’m so used to this loneliness
I can’t create a thing
You can’t be this virtual
You’re something so personal
***
Those memories
Are just memories
They’ll still be there
All that you have behind
Your love still counts
You’re not going anywhere
You should spill yourself
All over my night
***
I’ll be selfish when he calls you
I’ll be demanding of your time
I’ll be ungrateful when you leave
You have my hours in your pocket
You can’t go, I won’t let you
Though I can’t stand to face you
You leave, you leave, you leave
I cut, I cut, I cut
~ Sakari